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niki-phoria · 1 year

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AGAIN YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING 😭🫶🏽🫶🏽 LIKE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH THAT WAS SO CUTE AND YEA DEFINITELY SHOULD MAKE IT INTO A SERIOUS OR JUST DO PART 3 OF M/R MEETING THE ENYPHEN MEMBERS!!!🫶🏽🫶🏽

I'm so glad I request the Niki x male reader because it's so cute 😍😭 again I know I said this in my last ask but THANK YOOU YOUU FOR WRITING MY REQUEST😔🫶🏽 Like your such an amazing writer 😩

Have a great day 🧸🫶🏽

pairing: niki x idol!male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.7k

includes: blushy niki, reader is shorter than him, still can't decide if i want reader to be a soloist or part of a group but i'm leaning towards soloist, this was supposed to be meeting enha but it turned into just another date with niki whoops

a/n: i'm so glad you liked the first two parts !! thank you so much, all of your compliments mean so much to me <33 i'm gonna keep going with this as a series until i run out of ideas (i have plans for meeting the rest of enha and a collaboration but if anyone has any other ideas pls lmk !!) i hope you like it :))

PART 01 / PART TWO / PART THREE

requests open !! read my rules first

niki has never been so excited to enter a dance studio before. he plays with his fingers as he pulls his mask further up over his face, greeting the receptionist with a small bow. “hello!” she greets with a smile. “are you here for y/n?”

“yes.”

“he’s in studio c on the third floor.”

“thank you,” niki bows, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he makes his way to the elevator. he lets out a small sigh of relief when the doors close in front of him, leaving him alone in the confined space.

he leans forwards to check himself in the reflective surface. his hair is slightly disheveled and he’s barefaced leaving a few acne scars and natural redness on his face exposed. niki isn’t given any time to overthink his appearance when the elevator dings as the doors open. he tugs at the strap of his bag nervously before exiting.

after passing by a few empty rooms he finally finds it. studio c. he can hear the faint sound of a song playing as he gently knocks on the door.

to niki’s surprise, it swings open just a few seconds later. you’re quick to throw your arms around him, tugging him down into a tight hug. “niki!”

“y/n,” he smiles, catching himself by wrapping his arms around your waist. you’re wearing a random t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants but you still look as handsome as you do on stage. your hair is even messier than his; likely from hours of dancing. without makeup niki can see your face more clearly. he takes note of each mark on your face - freckle, mole, acne, and everything else.

you pull him down to press a chaste kiss against his cheek before you tug him further into the room. niki sets his bag down in a corner before walking over to join you in front of the mirror. “we just finished the choreography, if you want to see it.”

“i’d love to.” niki moves to sit with his back against the mirror to watch you as you watch him with a flustered smile. he raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint just barely noticeable in his eyes. “you can perform in front of thousands of people but you can’t do a routine in front of your boyfriend?”

“you make me nervous,” you admit, avoiding eye contact for a second. your confession makes a small flush spread across niki’s face. he can nearly feel his ears burning red when you smile at him. he doesn’t dare to look behind himself in the mirror and risk seeing just how bad the blush on his face is.

after a few seconds of mentally preparing yourself, you slowly begin the routine. your steps are precise - years of footwork and experience shining through in each aspect of your performance. niki finds himself entranced by you. the effect you have on him through a screen is amplified when you’re standing in front of him; dancing only for him. even in an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants he’s sure you would never wear in front of any cameras, you almost lure him in with each step, nearly daring him to fall deeper in love.

from the choreography niki can tell the song is about three minutes long. each step is individually sharp but your motions remain fluid - flowing into each other seemingly effortlessly. he finds himself lost in thought as he stares up at you from the floor, still staring at you despite you having already finished the routine.

“you’re so cute,” your voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

“ah, you can’t do this to me,” niki laughs as he covers his face with his hands. through the cracks between his fingers he can see you kneel down in front of him, coaxing his hands away.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you chuckle. niki’s blush only deepens as you lean forwards to pull him into a sweet kiss. it’s short - barely lasting longer than a quick peck - but it’s still enough to make both of you break out into large smiles. “my apology, for flustering you.”

“maybe i should let you fluster me more,” niki mumbles. you laugh again, giving him enough time to quickly lean forwards and press yet another kiss against your cheek.

a few seconds of silence falls over the room as you stare at each other with small smiles. it’s only interrupted when your manager knocks on the door before cracking it open slightly. “oh, sorry to interrupt,” she says, leaning against the door to hold it open. she holds a phone out for you to take. “we want you to go live. we were hoping you could do it now.”

you glance back at niki for a second, almost looking for confirmation. he gives it in a slight nod before you turn back to your manager. “yeah, sure. is it okay if niki joins me?”

“that’s fine,” she pushes her thick rimmed glasses back up against her nose as she flashes him a small smile. “you two have fun.”

“thanks,” you call as she pulls the door shut behind her once again. you walk over, setting the phone up on a table so it’s angled across the room and away from the door. “we can just do a dance live. you know, hang out for a while.”

“that’s fine with me,” niki nods. you open weverse, beginning a live before coaxing niki to walk over to stand in front of the camera beside you. he watches as the numbers quickly rise. tens become hundreds become thousands in a matter of seconds.

“hi everyone,” you smile. “do you want to introduce yourself?”

niki bows slightly as he waves to the camera. “hello, i am enhypen’s niki, it’s nice to meet you.”

his eyes fixate on the comments that scroll past you on the side of the screen. it’s impossible to read each one as they pass by but even so he can pick out a few noticeable ones.

“omg niki !!”

“ynki for the win”

“MY ULTS ARE TOGETHER SJKLNS”

he can’t help the small smile that spreads across his face as he continues reading supportive comment after comment. at some point you stop focusing on the stream entirely, turning your attention to the boy beside you. you’re hyper aware of the camera filming you as you watch him. his small, slowly growing smile, the light flush on his face, the way he unconsciously bites his bottom lip between his teeth.

niki only notices your staring when a comment about it catches his eye. when he glances over at you you’ve refocused on the comment stream once again, searching for a song request. “they want you to teach me a choreography,” you read.

“any specific one?” he asks.

a plethora of song requests flow past him. nearly every song under both of your catalogs is suggested, as well as songs neither of you made nor know the choreography to. “blessed-cursed?” you read. you miss the various reactions people leave as you turn to face niki. he nods, moving away from the table so his entire body is in view. you readjust the position of the phone to make sure he’s in frame before joining him in the center of the room.

“wake up, ije nuneul tteo,” he mumbles as he slowly begins demonstrating the steps. you follow his lead, watching him through the mirror. “gajja chukbok sogeseo, i wanna be, wanna be, on my way, i bet.”

“nal gaduneun gyeonggyeseon,” you join in. niki smiles at you through the mirror as he continues, harmonizing with you. “ne rul ttawin jibeochiwo, i wanna be, way, i bet.”

“that was good,” he says.

you look away with a flustered smile. “thank you.”

“let’s keep going,” he says, moving onto the first verse.

an hour passes by quicker than you expected. then two. and then three.

soon enough, you’re both exhausted. an unspoken agreement passes between you as you lean against the table. niki is quick to rejoin you in front of the camera. he finds himself reading the comments once again as you talk.

“ynki ynki ynki”

“they’re so cute!!”

“they would be so cute together :((”

a light flush spreads across his face as he reads through multiple comments talking about how cute you would be as a couple. you reach over underneath the table to grab his hand, squeezing it in yours. it’s a comforting gesture that makes warmth spread through him immediately.

he looks over at you with a small smile as you wave to the camera, leaning over so your head leans against the side of his. you reach your hand out in a half heart and hold it up as you wait for niki to reciprocate. he does, subtly wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulls you a little closer to him. the action flusters you both as you wave goodbye before finally ending the live.

“can i walk you back to your dorm?” niki asks.

you smile, adjusting the strap of your bag over your shoulder as you nod. “i’d like that.”

you reach over to take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together as you make your way back through the hallways to the elevator and out of the building. you tug your mask further up over your face as you lead niki back to your dorm.

you walk side by side in a comfortable silence until you finally reach your dorm. “thank you for today,” you smile up at him.

“of course.” niki brings a hand up to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb against the skin. your smile grows slightly as you lean upwards to pull him down into a sweet kiss. he pulls you into a hug once you pull away, leaning down to press a kiss against the top of your head.

“i’ll see you soon?”

“of course,” niki whispers. “i’ll text you when i’m free. i had a great time today.”

“me too.” you tug him down into a final peck against his lips before you pull away for good. “goodnight niki.”

“goodnight y/n,” he smiles, watching as you slip into your dorm.

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